Writers ears and eyes that know, beauty and form of stories told
Windows souls beyond the rings, that from the depth of tears bring
Willing pleas to greater strengths, prayers unanswered, so intense
Wandering Poet, knows and sees, the life in which I ought to be
Hearts of lovers so entwined, locked within a sheltered mind
Helping hands, enigmatic air, conscience close but ner' felt there
Hells endorsement so intent, sticking, clinging like cement
Heavy minds, screaming now, leave this place if t'will allow
Lives in worldly mobs that sing, we do not know what days will bring
Lost excruciatingly, stressed, depressed, he must have ways out of this mess
Linger close to the mighty son, whose death engraved the said and done
Lie near to me, heal wounds of sores, into me, may goodness poor
Crying out, give mercy please, lift all evil, take all from me
Can this, beyond omnipotence, bring all but hate to holys fence
Cowards away and bravery near, lack of fright and lack of fear
Cased within his loving arms, no more troubled, free from harm
